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[Light]

He was always being told he was a freak because he couldn't feel anything. A rat because he didn't lie and cheat like the others his age. A kill-joy because he never laughed, never smiled, and never, ever reacted. It wasn't that he just didn't--when he was young, he was diagnosed as such. A person who would never be normal; or, as his doctor told him, a human anomaly.  His stepdad just called him a money pit.

And right now, he laid in the middle of what seemed to be a gang heist or something. Someone had sent him crashing to the ground--and all he really thought was-- 'I hope I don't have to pay for those eggs that broke'.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hooded gangster pulled him up by his collar," Why aren't you doing anything?!" The boy snaps, striking him across the face," What... Are you mocking me, you bastard?!"

(Is this like a robbery or gang rumble? XP)

[Light]

(A robbery posssibly XD either one really--whatever you think is interesting)

The lanky teenager blinks a few times, the striped button up shirt he was wearing tightening around his neck as he's lifted up by it, "... I didn't know that I was supposed to do anything," he says in a bland voice--like he was mocking him; but honestly, the kid didn't know what was going on.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Kk! Sorry if I RP a bit for you xD)

The small gas station where they were was dimly lit, he had been closing up when this guy had burst in, flailing a knife like an idiot... It was scary though!

His head was slammed to the floor again," F*ck this... Open the cash register!"

[Light]

He lifts his head after a moment and rubs some blood from where he had nipped his lip, "He isn't allowed to open that unless you make a purchase,"

(lol no problem X3)

[CrimsonMoon]

" Open the goddamn cash register or i'll-"

The door bell dings, announcing a customer. A small boy in a baggy shirt appears, his black hair hangin over his eyes i an odd bed head look, her held a carton in one hand," Uhm... This milk was spoiled when my mom bought i-" he freezes when he sees the tussle

[Light]

The teen on the floor looks up at the newcomer, "Ah..." He looks at the robber, and then to the worker, "I think he needs more help than the one yelling."

[CrimsonMoon]

The clerk blinks and seems to wither, ducking behind the counter for a few secods while the confused robber frowns... There were sirens almos immediately and the clerk crosses his arms," I think you need to leave, young man,"

"O-ok-" the newcomer squeaks

[Light]

Starting to pick up eggs shells, he opens the carton and places the fractured pieces back inside of it, "I don't think... I have enough for this and another," he says under his breath, "Just have to come back tomorrow then..."

[CrimsonMoon]

The clerk huffs as the police enter, grabbig the theif," It's ok, we'll just make this idiot pay for it," he sighs, looking at the newcomer," Do you beed a refund?"

"n-no I-I-"

" Then what?"

"i-I--"

[Light]

"Must need a new carton." Turning around, he walks over to the produce section the small store had. "How nice of the one whom broke it to pay for it."

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy withers and smiles, shrugging," Sorry..." He tosses the milk carton, wrinkling his nose, walking up to the lanky teen," You ok?" He asks softly

[Light]

He feels at his jaw, his brown eyes scanning the cartons, "Yes, I am well. And you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Good, I guess... Weren't you kinda scared?" He huffs, looking at his head and blinking," You're bleeding, dude,"

[Light]

"I'm told that fear is an emotion I do no possess," he answers calmly. He picks up a box of eggs, "Yes; I seem to have an abrasion on my scalp as well. It does not impair me though, so I should be able to get home without any issues,"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Damn," he grins and nudges him with his shoulder," You're like a robot! That's so cool! What's your name?" He asks

[Light]

"Art," he answers while turning his head to the other, "and you? What is your name?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Braiden," the boy replies, glancing at his head again," You're still bleeding... Lets go to the bathroom, the damn clerk won't give us a bandaid for free,"

[Light]

"If you insist," Art agrees with a nod of his head, "It would be nice to wash out my hair a little, some might be offended by seeing so much blood."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah, something like that," he huffs and nudges him toward the bathroom," come on,"